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Reisverslag On my way to: Moscow
14 juli 2014
On my way to: Moscow
Since some people seem to worry about me being alive or not, I decided to post my first story (already). Honestly, I'm not sure about my WiFi access (in Russia), so I'm sorry in advance for not writing anything for a couple of days.
To give you all a clue about how travelling by train was (and how it might be for all the other 11 times) I'll write a bit about that: In Warsaw I had to wait for more than 3 hours for my next train and therefore I was excited to board the train later at 15.55. The provodnik of wagon 1, a man whose job is to keep the wagon clean, already ‘waited’ for me. As I arrived at my seat/bed number I saw two nice ladies already occupying the place which is meant for 3 persons. The provodnik didn’t really speak English and neither did the two ladies. With a few words English, the small dictionary in the Lonely Planet of Russia, and our hands and feet we managed to communicate with each other. In this way I got an egg for dinner (she reached out her hand holding an egg and I nodded). Although a language barrier can be positive in an adventurous way, I do really hope that there will be some English-speaking people in Russia. I declined her bread and tomato (with the size of a fist) offer. When I looked outside I felt that this wasn’t Poland anymore, maybe also because of the provodnik saying “passport” as he came by. Yup, we crossed the border and were now in Belarus. An entire team of grumpy (border) police officers came to check our passports. I was not a particular case; fortunately, because they probably wouldn’t have spoken English, too. And when I thought we could finally continue rolling, there was another team with serious looking men. They checked if I was the same me as in my passport and they gave me a migration card. I had no clue about what to do with it, since it said “Belarus/Russian Federation”. The non-English speaking men were of no help. I just hope that I filled it in correctly and I pray for the Russian bureaucracy to just leave me alone. I’m not that harmful after all. And there we moved again. Luckily we were still smiling, especially because the ladies commented on my plans with “woooow”. Colourful houses, sad industrial buildings, we paused the scenery (again) to get the wheels changed. Railway tracks are different in Russia, apparently. A woman came in for a moment, shouting something about food typical for Belarus (that’s what they told me at least: “Food… Belarus..”). One of my roommates bought something like potato slices drowned with grease and sweet pancakes. Her generosity made me eat more than the two ladies together. I was so incredibly stuffed around 21 o’clock. The provodnik taught me that it’s not good if you shake hands with someone standing at the other side of the doorway; so one has to stand at least with one foot at the other side or right in the doorway when shaking hands. The same provodnik turned our small room with bench into a small room with three beds. We all went to sleep, so good night Kalina and Natalia (how do you say goodnight in Russian? Lonely Planet is of no help). After all those hours sitting next to them I just began to like the sound of Russian language. To make it even better: instead of Madeleen they called me Magdalena of just Magda.
And now in Moscow the temperature is amazing, my host Yuliya is amazing and the city is beautiful. Moscow is so big that it's difficult to get lost: even after walking for 45 minutes, you can still be in the same street. In these two days I've seen the Kremlin (outside as well as inside), Red Square with the famous st. Basil's Church which looks like ice cream, some huge mall called GUM, Bolshoi Theatre, an amazing viewpoint at Moscow State University, st. Christ the Saviour church (I actually saw this building at least 3 times today, because the shiny golden domes were my orientation points), National Museum of History, Museon Parc and lots more which I don't remember, because my brains are working hard to process every bit of information they sense every second. Even better than above: thanks to Yuliya and her housemate I got the chance to eat some real Russian food: porridge with mushrooms. Don't worry about me everyone: I'm still breathing, eating, and smiling (fun fact: people in Russia consider smily people as idiots. In some way I am an idiot, so I decided not to bother too much)!
14 juli 2014 22:36 | Door: Lisette Graafland
I wrote a complete loving response to this and somehow it's all gone now.. I might've accidentally written it as a review for this website.. :/
Anyway, I'm happy you had a fun train trip with Kalina and Natalia although I didn't expect anything less of you. Did you share some food out of your huge plastic bag filled with secret foodstash with them as well?
Can't wait to read more about your travelling adventures out there in the wild :P I know it's needless to mention (again) but have loads of fun there, embrace everything your travel brings you and enjoy every moment!
Lots of love from everyone you left behind.. ;)
14 juli 2014 23:00 | Door: leon
ik ga het niet proberen te reageren in het engels, leuk om je eerste avonturen te lezen.
hoop dat er nog veel zullen komen!
groeten uit Gouda
14 juli 2014 23:34 | Door: Lionel
Dit klinkt als een goed begin van je reis.
Leuk om je verhalen te lezen, dus hopelijk blijf je actief met schrijven.
15 juli 2014 03:38 | Door: Nick
Sounds like you're already having fun, I'm glad you reached Moscow save and sound! Keep us updated on your whereabouts and your amazing adventures! Looking forward reading them. =D
15 juli 2014 21:03 | Door: mama
Hele lieve dochter,
Fijn, al snel zo'n uitgebreid verslag van het begin van je reis! Het klinkt als een goed begin.
Al lezend beleef ik jouw belevenissen ook een beetje.
Wat leuk dat je ook Belarus-eten hebt gegeten. Dat soort nieuwe dingen maken je reis ook bijzonder. Ben benieuwd naar foto's van Moskou. Geniet van alles!
17 juli 2014 12:25 | Door: Daan
Supervet wat je tot zover al hebt gedaan, ik kijk uit naar de rest van je verslagen! :)
Goede reis nog verder, doe geen gekke dingen ;)